Warning! This story might contain
activities that might not be suitable in selfbondage. Please
play safe.

It's a little shorter than usual, but
my intrepid dreaming heroine's adventures continue where they
left off, in the shower. Her weekend isn't over! Her friend Jen
is coming over and there are some interesting things in store
for both of them! Enjoy!

Jenny.

The hot shower did Cheryl good. As she
stepped out of the stall, reaching for the large towel, she felt
much better, relaxed. After drying herself off, she rubbed herself
down with her body lotion, to keep her skin smooth and supple.
Then the usual fight with the hair dryer and the brush, until
she was satisfied her hair was untangled and dry. A look at the
clock, past ten-thirty. After dressing, Cheryl started preparing
a light lunch for Jen and herself.

As the meal was cooking, the memory of
that vivid dream haunted her. The images were still fresh in
her mind, which was very unusual. She could recall every last
detail, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the tightness of
the corsets and restraints, everything. That last corset really
impressed her. She took a sheet of paper and a pencil and started
drawing what she remembered of the formidable leather masterpiece
that had compressed her body so tightly in her dream. She felt
tingly between her legs as she drew it, and some of the restraints
and clothes that she wore.

By the time the meal was almost ready,
Cheryl was looking at a spread of several sheets of drawings
she had just finished. She moved them to a free end of the kitchen
table before she started putting down place mats, dishes and
cutlery. The doorbell rang, and Cheryl scurried to the door to
greet her friend Jennifer.

"Hi!" she said warmly, hugging
her. "How are you?" Jennifer returned the embrace,
"Fine, thanks. I figure you had a rather interesting night!"
Cheryl nodded. "I'll explain later. Get comfortable, make
yourself at home."

Jennifer removed her light jacket and
hung it in the closet near the door, and followed Cheryl into
the kitchen. She took a seat, while Cheryl finished preparing
the meal, some pasta, her own special tomato and meat sauce,
and a bowl of salad. She explained to Jennifer what happened,
just as her friend saw the drawings and started going through
them. She was just finished talking about the strange incident
with the cat, and starting on the dream, when Jennifer interrupted
her, puzzled, "Where did you see this?" she asked,
holding up the drawing of the massive leather corset. Cheryl
hesitated a couple of seconds when she saw Jennifer's expression
of puzzlement.

"That's what I was about to get into.
That was the last corset I wore in my dream." "Your
dream? You dreamed of this?" Cheryl was a little worried.
"Ummm... yes. Something wrong?" "No... tell me
about your dream."

Jennifer's eyes widened on several occasions
as Cheryl, during the meal, recounted her vivid dream in astounding
detail. She shifted several times on her chair, obviously uncomfortably
aroused by the tale that definitely tickled her fantasy bone.
"I wish I could dream like that..." Jennifer said,
awestruck. "But there is a twist to it that I want to show
you, later. I invite you over after shopping, this evening."
Cheryl was always very happy to go to Jen's place, as her dungeon
was much better equipped and a visit there always meant some
kind of bondage play. Usually Jennifer tied Cheryl up very strictly,
just as Cheryl liked, and then bound herself. When Jennifer went
to Cheryl's, it was the reverse.

They finished lunch, and Jennifer helped
with the dishes. Cheryl packed enough for an overnight stay,
fixed herself up for going out, and rode along with her friend,
leaving her own car at home.

For women, shopping is a stimulating experience,
and two women shopping together are in heaven. Cheryl and Jennifer
spent the rest of the afternoon in the large mall, coveting some
of the items in the display windows, and buying the rest, by
all appearances. The shoe store bore the brunt of their commercial
assault.

After dinner at a restaurant, the two
women went straight to Jennifer's home.

Cheryl prepared herself according to Jen's
instructions, in the guest bedroom. She stripped completely,
and put on her pair of knee-high ballet boots. They were glossy
black, laced up tight, and had steel toe caps and heel tips,
which made a sharp sound as she walked around. After about twenty
minutes, Cheryl went down to Jennifer's splendidly (and diabolically)
equipped dungeon where she found her friend dressed in a heavy
leather pony harness and latex panties, shod in thigh-high boots
with six-inch stiletto heels, carrying a large and obviously
heavy box, which she deposited carefully on a table.

"That's your other birthday present,
Cheryl. Open it." Cheryl daintily tiptoed to the table and
looked at the box a few seconds before opening it. It was a little
over three feet long, and about a foot wide. She took the lid
and slowly removed it. There was some crepe paper packing, which
Cheryl pushed carefully aside, revealing a long, heavy leather
corset. The smell of new leather wafted up from the box, which
gave her goosebumps. She loved that smell. She took the massive
corset in her small hands, and lifted it out of the box. It weighed
several pounds. It was obvious that the boning was steel, and
that there was a heavy reinforcement band around the incredibly
small waist.

She nearly dropped it after seeing the
garment. It was identical to the last one she wore in her dream!
Her heart pounded as she turned to face Jennifer. "That's
why I looked a little shocked when I saw your drawings. I thought
you knew already, until you explained about your dream."
Cheryl was speechless as Jennifer stepped forward to help her
into the corset, first giving her a vibrating dildo.

Cheryl was used to having Jen lace her
in. She eagerly stepped into the corset, and her friend lifted
it up to the correct height, and started by closing the collar
part, then closing the massive busk in front. Jennifer led Cheryl
to the lacing bar, which hung on chains attached to two sturdy
hooks in the ceiling beams. Cheryl let Jen put the cuffs on her
wrists, and then lock down her feet to the floor. She knew the
routine, and braced as Jennifer turned a crank, pulling the chains
and Cheryl's body taut, ready to be tightly laced into the massive,
incredibly tight corset. The tension allowed the corset to be
tightened more than normally, because the stretched torso is
slightly slimmer and thus easier to compress. Not only that,
being pulled taut in that manner was fun.

Working hard at the laces, Jennifer pulled
the corset tighter and tighter, first from the bottom up to the
waist, then from the collar back down to the waist again, then
repeating the whole process until the tension was such that she
had to brace against Cheryl's back with one knee while pulling
even harder on the laces. Evening the laces out, from top to
bottom, she tied them off, leaving a long "tail" of
laces behind Cheryl. Then Jennifer went in front and pulled the
lower lacings tight, pinning Cheryl's legs together tightly.

"Are you okay?" Jen asked. Cheryl
nodded a strained affirmative, smiling. "Great... how tight?"
"Hold on." Jennifer fetched a measuring tape, and put
it around the tiny waist. "Fifteen inches... about an eighth
smaller than your previous record. And you have a good half inch
of leeway, still." "May I be freed of your infernal
lacing bar?" Cheryl asked, half-mockingly. Jennifer giggled,
"Sure. I'm finished with you... well, this bit." "Oh,
good. You have more!"

There was more. The collar made moving
her head difficult already, and now Jennifer put a harness on
Cheryl's head that attached to the collar and rendered all head
movement impossible. "I like that." Cheryl remarked.
"Total immobility. It's so... erotic." Jennifer giggled,
and replied, "When I'm finished with you, erotic will be
an understatement."

A massive leather armbinder, with which
Cheryl was already acquainted, pinned her arms tightly and severely
behind her back. Straps ensured that the armbinder wouldn't move
at all, completely immobilizing Cheryl's arms against her back.
Despite the tight grip of the massive corset, she was breathing
deeply and rapidly, intensely aroused by the sensation of complete
helplessness. The leather creaked under the strain.

Jen guided Cheryl slowly over to a bondage
post, steadying her friend as she teetered precariously on her
ballet heels, her steps limited to two or three inches by the
tight grip of the long corset. Carefully, Cheryl put her knees
on the padded ledge, facing the post, and let Jennifer start
strapping her upper body to the post with the nine ratcheting
straps, cranking each one tight so the tightly corsetted young
woman could not move the slightest.

Then her legs were bent up, so the heels
were pointing upward, and Jen lowered and latched a bar in Cheryl's
insteps, and then Jennifer proceeded to strap her friends legs
tightly, so no more movement was possible. She noticed her friend
was a little more strained than usual, and asked, concerned,
"Is it too much?" Cheryl tried to shake her head, but
the head harness prevented any movement. She whispered, "No.
I'm okay... Correction - I'm in heaven..." "Ready for
the rest?" "Yeah."

Jen placed a penis gag into Cheryl's mouth,
and attached it to the head harness, pulling the straps tight.
Then a blindfold over the girl's eyes. "Now you're ready.
Just one more detail to tend to." Jennifer said softly in
her ear, before turning on the vibrating dildo. Cheryl gasped
as the instrument started humming, shaking and squirming randomly
inside her. Behind the blindfold, her eyes rolled up into their
sockets as she breathed in tremolo gasps.

Cheryl listened to Jen start tying herself
down, the characteristic sounds of chains and straps resounding
through the dungeon. She heard her friend's strained breaths,
imagining how Jennifer would be binding herself. After several
minutes, there were a few clicks of locks, and after a pause,
a gag-filtered moan signaled the start of Jen's own stimulation.

The sensation of the tight corset, the
extremely restrictive monoglove, the unbelievably taut straps
holding her fast to the metal post, being blind, immobile, helpless,
the odor of the leather, the creaking of the corset and the bonds
under the strain of her sensual though limited struggling, the
discomfort of the whole predicament (she did admit that she was
a bit of a painslut), plus the random convulsions and vibrations
of the instrument inside her, infinitely amplified the already
intense arousal she was experiencing.

Over the next hour, Cheryl underwent the
most incredible experience of her life. She remembered Jennifer's
words, about erotic being an understatement. She was right. This
was beyond description. Each orgasmic climax was incredibly intense,
the physical energy building up inside her, her muscles tensed,
straining against the corset, the armbinder and the straps, and
with no way to expend this energy, when the climax finally came,
it felt like she was about to explode, nearly fainting on more
than one occasion.

Between her own orgasms, Cheryl could
hear her friend do the same, the gag muffling what would have
been a deafening yet feminine roar, the chains rattling, the
straps creaking under the intense strain.

A peculiar sound made Cheryl instantly
stop thinking about the intense sensations she was experiencing
in her total bondage, and got her senses completely attuned to
her surroundings. She heard footsteps from above. Quiet ones,
like someone in sneakers walking softly.

Cheryl could only rely on her hearing
to judge where the sound was coming from. She was blindfolded,
so she could not see what was going on. She heard the footsteps
coming from the stairway, which was confirmed when the fifth
step from the top creaked slightly. Her heart raced as she tried
to imagine who was coming down so stealthily. She was also speculating
on what Jennifer's fate, and hers would be, if the intruder had
ill intentions. The sense of danger both frightened and aroused
her.

She noticed that Jennifer had also detected
the intruding footsteps, and was struggling hard in an attempt
to reach her emergency release. She wished she could help, but
bound solidly as she was, her only means of escape was Jennifer.
If something happened to her, Cheryl was hopelessly trapped.

The footsteps reached the bottom of the
stairs, and stopped where the doorway was. "Well, looky
here!" said a male voice, obviously pleased at the spectacle
of two tightly bound, lovely women. "I was looking for booty,
but this is real booty!"

The footsteps moved to where Jennifer
was. "Aren't you cute? Let's get a feel of the merchandise!"
Cheryl heard Jennifer struggle violently against her bonds. "No,
no, my gorgeous slut, you won't have your key!" The struggles
turned even more frantic and she heard her friend scream in her
gag. If only she could free herself! This heart-wrenching screaming
lasted several minutes, then silence came. "Too bad."
she heard the man say, then she heard some unlocking sounds,
"Better get you off there so your young friend can get a
ride too."

Cheryl was now crying, anticipating the
worst. She heard a heavy sound on the floor nearby, and then
the footsteps came around behind her. "Now it's your turn,
my little one. Jeez, you're really trussed up. I'm going to need
a can opener to get to your goodies!" he said mockingly.
"First, let's get that blindfold off you, so you can see
what's coming, and so I can look into your cute little scared
eyes."

Cheryl was trembling as she felt someone's
hand removing the blindfold from her eyes. She closed her eyes
against the sudden light, and waited for the worst.

She heard the footsteps coming around
again, to her right, then finally someone appeared in her field
of view. She moved her eyes to the right, and saw... Jennifer!
She froze, and her face went blank, in total confusion. Then
she unintelligibly spat some vile epithets, the penis gag absorbing
the phonetic venom. She struggled violently in her bonds, with
little more effect than shaking the bondage post she was tightly
strapped to.

Jennifer giggled and leaned close. "How
do you like my new toy? It's a three-D sound system, Eight speakers,
and it can make a complete sound panorama. It was quite convincing,
no?" Cheryl just glared at Jennifer in silence for a few
seconds, then rolled her eyes up, sighing. "That's better,
my friend. Now I'll let you out of there."

After Jennifer finally removed the gag,
Cheryl looked at her friend sternly, and said, "Don't you
ever do that to me again, you twisted, evil woman!" A pause,
and then, smiling, "In retrospect, it was... interesting,
though. You do know how to mess with someone's mind, and you
also know I like mind-messing stuff as much as you do."
Looking down at her brutally tight leather corset, she added,
"Thanks for the nice present." as she ran her hands
over the compact curves.

Cheryl looked up again, one corner of
her mouth turned up, and completed, "I want revenge..."